Fox's Glade there will be ghosts in the dark and voices in the air

@Ecael <3

The aphotic soul had found comfort in the seclusion of the meadow. He had searched for it when he’d found himself struggling with his acceptance into the valley pack and had returned again to see if he could sight the sacred black coyote Inlé. Venturing in search of signs had never truly imparted such things on the thief; Tadec found that these harbingers arrived only when they saw fit. What was he but a humble vessel for their work? Knowing what he did still did not deter him from seeking out answers to the questions that darted about within his mind like firing cannons at sea.
 
The world was quiet on the night that he had stolen away to the glade; stars glittered overhead through a tangle of dark clouds promising more snow to fall before spring would finally reveal herself. The moon stretched with light that spread across a navy backdrop, offering solitude and lucent means for venturing figures such as himself. Tadec crept into the dale, carefully searching for signs of foxes. His lantern gaze rolled keenly across his surroundings until he had deemed his path a suitable one to ensure his safety. Then, the halfling shirked further into the quiet territory.